March 06, 2006
ha! tajke that!
The fucking view is fucking vile
For fucking miles and fucking miles
The fucking babies fucking cry
The fucking flowers fucking die
The fucking food is fucking muck
The fucking drains are fucking fucked
The colour scheme is fucking brown
Everywhere in chicken town
fucking read teh whoale fucking thing. some scery storys ovar they're too. kindna stuf lovcarft usta do but wihtout teh squds. which lets face it i nevar did figare that part out with ol h.p. whats his deal? sqiuds are darn hard nott ta like. their inteligeant an clean an afectioinate. waht moare do u want in a pet? obvoiusly h.p. hovarcraft nevar dozed of with a nice wram squid curld up on is legs.
wel not a gient squidt. be relistic.
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someone's at it!
Showing my age here but, some JCC (I had the record)
far from crazy pavements,
the taste of silver spoons,
in a clinical arrangement,
on a dirty afternoon,
where the faecal germs of dr freud are rendered obsolete,
The legal term is null and void,
In the case of Beasley street
It goes on for ages getting worser and worser. I had forgotten about him.
Charming poem, 3H - brought a tear to my eye. So evocative of dear old Manchester. Almost makes me want to go back just so I can leave it all over again...
ano - nevar nederign?! duno. i aways wanad to give magie thachar a big hug myself.
poltron - an tehyve been ruled by forenars for 1000 yers wihtout evar amiting they ever got conqard.
dr m - hmmm. taht scrambmly thigns a fake i baliefe. i wihped up a quicky impalmantion of teh algarmtimth an u just cant raed teh output worth crap. the one u linkend was adone by hnad i bet.
ilivia - 'capricious' is parsisly teh word! thank u.
iven - yep. prorvadence iirc. but ive been al aruond that town an nevar once seen a monament to im. poor guy. of cuorse they got no moniamants to the imortal s. j. perelman ether. so mabe its onea thhem prophats-an-hometowns thingns.
Noreen: That's a nice-looking blog you've got there, cuntface, wouldn't want anything to happen to it. Would you like a copy of my box on it?
HaHaHa: er... yes, Ma'am!
dr m - if theyd graft a few ers onta eachothar thatd be even betar. id pay to see thatl.
litleprnces - wahoo! thank u. trubal is i cant figare utouwwhat alnguage it si. abuot one suond outa ten seems errily remaniscent of english in a way i cant quite define.
fote etre - wel i figurd shes not getign much trafic thare an id get evan less so may as well cognlomarate.
jtp - dude! u ewere lisaning!
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